Guitarspear Oneshots 🎸 🔪 (Adam x Lute)

When the Reaper has Sympathy (Requested)

S1 finale spoiler!

"Sir? Sir! Sir wake up! ADAM!" Lute yelled as Adam was lying on his back from the stab wound Nifty had given him. She could hear the demons talking, but could barely pay any mind to the words being said.

"All exorcists fall back, two of you help me carry him." Lute demanded, and two had assisted in lifting Adam before they all took off back to Heaven. Lute did not even feel the pain from losing her arm anymore; she could only feel her aching heart hoping Adam would be okay. The three carrying Adam flew quickly to the hospital, where they were greeted by nurses and doctors who immediately laid him on a stretcher and wheeled him away into a room. Once that was done, the two helping exorcist flew off while Lute was walked into another room to get her arm treated. It all happened so quick; perhaps too quick for anybody's liking. 

"Hello, ma'am. What happened to your arm?" A doctor asked, gesturing to her still bleeding arm.

"Oh, I can't really remember," Lute responded, pretending to have lost most of her memory. Even though the main angels in Heaven knew about the exorcism because of the court case, it didn't mean everybody knew. It would be better if she lied, so that it would be easier to leave the hospital. 

"Hmm, okay. Well, just from looking at it, you should be able to grow your arm back if it was not caused by angelic steel. You will probably want to use a prosthetic arm until then, seeing how it could take up to five years depending on how well your immune system is." Explained the doctor, getting equipment to begin running tests. Lute just nodded and laid on her back, a slow and lonely tear sliding down her cheek from the pain she was feeling. Although her arm hurt, she could not stop thinking about Adam. She prayed he was alright, that was the most traumatic thing she had ever seen. 

"Alright, I need to draw a little bit of blood for blood tests, and we might need to find a blood donor for you. It will be over quickly, just a little pinch." The doctor stated as she began to get the small needle cleaned up and ready to inject into her arm. Lute stayed motionless, mainly because she suddenly felt super lightheaded. Everything was a haze for her, and she couldn't even feel the needle going into her skin. Her eyes were half close, as she tried to stay awake but eventually fell unconscious from the blood loss and stress.

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Meanwhile, in Adams room, there were nurses and doctors scrambling around trying to do anything to save his life. The chances of him surviving were slim, and they were all aware of it. They just didn't want him dead because he was really important to Heaven.

(cheeeeeseeeeeee)

Lute slowly opened her eyes, her body aching mainly where her arm had been torn off. 

"Ah, you are awake. How are you feeling?" A nurse questioned, turning to face Lute as she was still waking up.

"Fine." Lute said simply before looking around.

"ADAM! How is he!? Is he alright!?" Lute randomly exclaimed, the memories of what had happened suddenly flowing back.

"Adam is completely okay, but let's focus on—" The nurse began before being cut off.

"No! I need to see Adam! Please!" Lute practically begged, now sitting up.

"Ma'am, I can reassure he is fine. We need to find you a prosthetic arm. Do you want pink? Or perhaps green?" The nurse asked, trying to calm the frantic Lute down.

"Don't you have gold or silver? Preferably silver? It matches my skin tone more." Lute answered, angered at the fact she had to do this instead of seeing Adam. The nurse nodded before walking out the room, to then come back shortly after with several silver arms. (Idk how this stuff works, so this is most likely inaccurate!)

"Alright, heres a few. I want you to try them all and see which one fits best, alright?" The nurse explained, setting the arms down on the bed.

"If I comply can I see Adam?" Lute asked, glaring at the nurse.

The nurse just sighed before saying "Alright alright, fine." With that, the process of trying arms began.

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"Sir, I am not sure if he will wake up. The chances of him awaking are super low!" A nurse in Adams room said to the doctor, who had a clipboard in hand and was looking over a barely living Adam. He sighed before putting the clipboard down on the nearby counter and walking out of the room. The nurse checked the vitals and such before leaving herself, flipping the light switch off on her way out.

Yall I needa do part 2 x.x